Hanna Mulholland

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I would carry Tessa to the moon and back, if I must. Halfway to Endir, she squirmed in my arms and cracked open her eyes. She reached up and touched my face. “Is this a dream? Are you really here?” Relief shook my weary body. “I’m here, love.” She smiled and closed her eyes, sagging against me once more.
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